Help yourself to everything, sir
Help yourself to everything, sir
You had my food, now you have me
So you never had real pussy before?
Husband couldn't fill that hole
You can't and will not escape
Hit that fucking high pitch note
I hear she's dying for two cocks at once
Your holes want it
I want performance, not excuses
Will you still call me after?
Let me guess, you want them
I texted your mom to let you stay longer
Let the pussy feel neglected
Apple picking and stepbro dicking